Sean Patrick
Bio
Hello, my name is Sean Patrick He/Him, and I am a film critic and podcast host for the I Hate Critics Movie Review Podcast I am a voting member of the Critics Choice Association, the group behind the annual Critics Choice Awards.
Stories (1969)
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The Bank Robber
If you’ve never had someone destroy your entire world in less than 60 seconds, you can’t know how I feel right now. I’m sitting across from an FBI Agent who just said “On April 3rd, 2011, a man named Mark Hollins and an accomplice walked into the First Federal Reserve Bank in Princeton, New Jersey, and killed two people while robbing the bank. We have evidence that indicates that Mark Hollins, the man we’re searching for, is your husband.”
By Sean Patrick3 years ago in Fiction
The Blender
Jason had been staring at the blender for 10 minutes. The shock and terror of what was inside was incomprehensible. Who would do such a thing? Why? It’s psychotic, perverted. Only someone with no regard for anyone or anything could do something this brutal. But who? Who in Jason’s own home could possibly have done this? Some stranger, some outsider, some deeply disturbed individual from the outside world makes sense, but how? How had a stranger snuck inside his home only to do this? Or worse, is it possible, a member of his family… did this????
By Sean Patrick3 years ago in Fiction
500 Pounds of Pasta
I didn’t cry until I saw the pasta. 500 pounds of uncooked pasta hidden away in mom’s pantry. Handmade, the pasta maker is still dusted with powder. Until now I had managed to not miss mom. But knowing she’d spent endless hours making pasta she’d never get to share with her family, friends, and community, finally broke me. Was she cooking for an entire branch of the military when she died? I have no idea. I also have no idea what I am going to do with 500 pounds of uncooked pasta. The absurdity turns crying into laughing. Classic Mom.
By Sean Patrick3 years ago in Fiction
Microfiction Challenge: 'The Window'
"I didn't leave the window open, I would never, not in this neighborhood." Jill's final text message haunts me. She was angry after coming home to find a window open. I texted back to assure her that I also had not left the window open. I would never leave a window open under these circumstances. Just as I pressed send on my text, I felt a cold chill up my spine. If I didn't leave the window open and she didn't leave the window open...?
By Sean Patrick3 years ago in Fiction
The Soundtrack of My Life
Music has a role to play in all of our lives. Whether you fall in love while a song is playing, have your heart broken while a song is playing, or have a memorable experience while the radio is playing. It's happened to us all, a soundtrack has emerged in our lives, often without us even realizing it. The power of the art we love acts on us in ways we never imagined. For me, I have a remarkably strange and diverse soundtrack to life. It contains pop songs and obscurities, soundtrack tunes and classic rockers. It's diverse and its singular to my life and experiences.
By Sean Patrick3 years ago in Beat
